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Dedicated to the Class of ’95 


(To the tune of “Sound the Battle Cry.”) 


Ti We are Freshmen true, 
Of Northwestern U., 
And two hundred strong, 
Pull for Ninety-five. 
Talents and beauty rare, 
Who can with us compare, 
We, the mighty throng 
Of Ninety-five. 


Chorus—Rah then! Rally then! 
Round the class standard 
We're united, 
We of Ninety-five. 
(Repeat Chorus.) 


Brave and gallant boys, 
'Mid all fun and joys, 
Forget not the goal— 
Strive for Ninety-five. 
Sweet and winsome girls, 
With your bangs and curls, 


to 


You will win the prize in Ninety-five. 


Chorus— 

3: Though we wear no canes, 
Yet we have the brains, 
And we'll show the Sophs, 
In Ninety-five. 
And with work well done, 
High class honors won, 
We'll triumphant be 
In Ninety-five. 


Chorus— 
4. We hope to swell the throng, 
That has passed along, 
From these classic halls— 
In Ninety-five. 
Let us work with might, 
For a record bright, 
And we'll shout our song: 
Rah, Rah—for Ninety-five. 
(Repeat Chorus.) 


Chorus— 
W. Foster Burns. 


SONGS 


Nonaginta Quinque 


This song took first prize in the Freshman 
Song Contest. 


1. Have you ever heard in song of the glories 
that belong 
To the school that’s held by all of us so 
dear? 
In Northwestern’s classic halls, 
happy lot befalls 
To gather words of wisdom and of cheer. 


to us the 


Chorus—Ninety-five! 
Ninety-five! from those magic notes 
what gladness we derive. 
With our banner waving o’er us, 
We will shout the joyful chorus, 
*Tis non-a-gin-ta quin-que—N inety-five. 


2. In this ancient “classic” town, men and women 


of renown 
Have rejoiced to see our Alma Mater 
thrive 
And upon Phe sacred ground she’s advanced, 
until she’s found 
(Her climax in the class of Ninety-five. 


3. O we're a happy band, and we're going hand 
in hand 
From our vic’tries here to those of after 
life, 
And where’er our lot may be, “g5,” the 
thought of thee 
Will nerve, encourage, fit us for the strife. 


4. So whate’er the fates may send, we'll be 
faithful to the end, 
And for our common good, united, strive; 
And through all our given days, we will ever 
sing the praise 
Of the brilliant banner class of Ninety-five. 





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N. W. U. Song, Class ’95 


This song took second prize in’the Freshman 
Song Contest. ; 
1. There is a class in Evanston, 
As yet to fame unknown, 
But Alma Mater’s kindly rays, 
Will soon mature renown. 


Cherus-— 
Roh, rah, reh, ro, ra, re, Class Ninety-five X 
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Ro, ra, re, ro, ra, re, Class Ninety-five. 





. For worth e’en now remarkable, 
And naught that wrong alloys; 
Good morals, faith, and gallantry, 

Are native to the boys. 


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3. The girls so bonny, young and gay, 
Northwestern’s boast and pride, 
Inspire our hearts to val’rous deeds, 

And all that’s bona fide. 


4. Athletics great, and socials rare; 
’Twas manifest to all, 

How Sophs and Juniors 

And yielded in foot-ball. 


. And so the world shall grant its best, 
To zealous girls and boys, 
Who own kind Providence in all, 
And further mankind’s joys. 


we 


humbled were, 


Hear Ye 
(Tune, “Upidee.”) 


1. September’s days were passing fast, 
Traviandaocl ra lala: 
When first upon the campus passed, 
hea ine. bras la, 
A class that yelled in clarion tones, 
Which echo still through all the zones: 


Chorus—Hear ye, hear ye, who are we? 
Nonaginta quinque, don’t you see? 
Hear ye, hear ye, who are we? 
Nonaginta quinque, see! 


Ds But soon uprose bold Ninety-four. 
(Pras lasla scl tas las ta: 
We tried our steel with the sophomore; 
‘Erapuar iad ra bala, 
In foot-ball then we made the score 
Sixteen to four and yelled the more. 


Chorus— 
3. . And Ninety-three as well did share 
ieee btacten 1a, 
Foot-ball castles in the air; 
Praia slaj~ braAla~la: 
As usual, pride had a fall, 
For Ninety-five can conquer all. 


Chorus—- 


4. And thus on rostrum, as on field, 
little iden L tartan ids 
In equal contest we'll ne’er yield. 
Vrawlaela Tra lasia, 
Our class will mount on eagle’s wing, 
And for dear Ninety-five we'll sing: 


Chorus— 


JoHN LaMay. 


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